This blog is not affiliated in any way with Cindy Crawford. Even if she is its de facto inspiration. It's also not affiliated in any way with Hayden Panettiere, who's earned joint top billing on this blog because she makes me happy. And that ain't easy.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Weekend again.

Cindy: All the CDs I paid for arrived, meaning plenty of listening. (More of that anon.)Vanessa: Having to rearrange the bedsit slightly so Jim can put a new electric meter in. That was a week ago, and it still isn't done.Cindy: Being shown the type of computer I'll be inheriting from work once the new machines are in. A step closer to being back online longer!Vanessa:Victoria. (More of that anon as well.)Cindy: Cindy. Specifically picking up several images of her in various magazines. Seeing them online is all very well, but having them in your hands... :)Vanessa: Having to search for a few more still.Cindy: Finally deciding to stop with 'Hater's mags. If you're reading this, when a huge Royal Mail box arrives from me cherish them, because that's it...Vanessa: Everyone picking on Jessica Alba at the Oscars, especially the "that's as close as she'll ever get to one" crowd - close than most of you'll ever get.

The James Horner Spot.

The Tell Them Who I Am Spot.

...is a 43-year-old guy who likes listening to film and TV music, whose days of eating entire packets of biscuits are gone thanks to the ol' diabetes, whose hair - thanks to genetics - now has a bald spot on top but who is fortunately 6'2" so it's hard to see, who enjoys the box (particularly American shows - and the often-made British claim that "we only see the best of US TV" is a fallacy as anyone who has cable will testify. I think it's Americans who only see the best of Br... I hate that term, so I refuse to sully this blog with it), who's gotten most of his friends through stories and the net, who loves writing about attractive female celebrities, who slaves at a direct mail company, and who isn't as sorry he grew up in Barbados between 1976 and 1993 as he used to be. Oh, and he doesn't seem any emotionally different from when he was 12. A man really is a child grown up, child is father of the man, and so on...